Fallow

I just don't have any impulse for writing right now. I have emails to answer and journal entries to make or update and my mind is certainly active but the urge to write has gone fallow in me.

I'm not too concerned. My creativity--such as it is--runs in cycles. I am absorbing words, images and experiences now and they will come to fruit later.

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Two spears of fireweed by the back door are already showing the cottony mass of their seeds. Signs point to an early winter though we are in the midst of a record-breaking string of warm days.